Ugh. Slower morning than even usual.

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Okay, so...  My friend called to make sure I would be coming in to town.  Yep, at noon as I suggested, and... give or take.  A shower would be good.  And this time I may try to spike the hair and not wear a cap.  Oh, it hasn't been so much that I have been hiding it.  It's more that I haven't had any time to fuss with it when going in to town.  It looks really odd if you don't fix it right, though some might suggest it just looks bad no matter.  I have time to try to call around and find white gas.  Paraffin should be in stores as canning season is about to kick off.

I don't think I will be in town all day, like yesterday.  While that was only four or five hours, for me that was all day.  He is looking for model glue and paint, I am looking for white gas and paraffin.  I have everything else I might want, save dry ice, but that is a Wednesday buy.  Oh, and lunch out.  I ought to work practice a few things with my hair since I am going to Church tomorrow.  I won't spike it for Mass, probably...  unless that is the best look I can get out of it.  Dunno, I haven't been messing with it, just mostly getting used to it.  It IS cooler, I will say that.

Okay, yea, a little research, a shower with time to air dry, some messing with the hair... time is ticking.  Later.

Oh, and don't worry about stories from... before.  Just stories.  Move along.

By the bye, have you ever realized how much of your mind, thinking, and wants live in the background?  You may not even be aware of them, until the possibility is presented.  We were trained that way.  Wisely, to be sure, that training.  If you just reach for what you want, when you want it, as soon as it appears, without other considerations, you would be a mess of a being, a wreck.  Food alone can consume you through consumption.  Odd, but...  And that is just on your own plane.  If others realize you want something, they will use that to their advantage.  Under that skin and away from the soul lies a hungry beats, always hungry, always ready for the right conditions to get what it wants, strong enough to subdue your conscience and conscious controls, and... predatory.

Some call that a vice, a bug.  I do believe it is a feature.  The first thing you are taught, by needs, to constrain... is yourself.  To walk, potty training, to talk, then on to when and what to and not to do and when and where those are allowed, if they are allowed.  This education is vital.  Those who don't have it will never be able to extend that into the world to negotiate it.  They don't know, or understand, how or why.  They don't know limits.  They know only the moment, one to the next.  It is why having fewer children, assuming that was in a vacuum anyway, and spoiling them, will lead to disaster.  There will be no one to do the dirty hard work.  There will also be no one to invent, recreate, and tame the future.  What has ended up, here, in Europe, in Russia, and probably in China, are dying cultures. 

Being that no nation is a vacuum, the dead space is being filled by whoever can make it in, anyone who wants in.  Companies, farmers, and restaurants depend on people.  There aren't enough.  The dollar will always override the will of the people and the dollar demands workers.  The economic machine is choking on too few quality workers, wage crunches due to an over abundance of poor workers, and laws that don't really allow for discrimination for quality.  Little do these trespassers know the trap though.  They will learn.  As soon as tech dies, which they are killing by flooding the market with cheap labor, and as soon as the political machinations that are creating the vacuum dies... they will be left, along with the remnants of the dead societies, in hell holes that are far worse than where they came and with no way out.  The gilded cage will become what it always really was, an iron maiden sarcophagus, just that the gilding will be lost as those who created it aren't left in numbers to maintain the illusion and the newcomers aren't interested, and the doors will be being shut on them.  It won't be pretty.